Look at me, I'm Crazy-Baby-Bird-Head. I'm CRAZY.
Now gimme some snow cone.
Speaking of crazy... it's been a crazy couple of weeks. We've been back and forth to Kiawah, enjoying the beach weather. Jay was a groomsman in his friend Tripp's wedding, right after pulling double all nighters with work emergencies. Amanda swallowed a penny and had to have X-rays. She is fine, no stuck penny. (But lets agree we'll never discuss the search efforts, k?) Then this weekend Elizabeth came down with some kind of not-strep-but acts-like-strep throat infection. She is currently asleep, and although she hasn't been able to hold down a popsicle, she is about to take her first dose of antibiotics. She has to hold it down for 30 minutes or we go for round two. And so on, and so on.
What makes me kind of laugh (kind of) is that Jay works in the water and sewer industry. But now between Jack diapers, penny searches, and "not-strep" clean-up, I feel like we both work in the biz. And the resulting stupid jokes will swirl around my head until Jay gets home - jokes that are definitely not blog appropriate but that must be told. They will be told. To a man who cannot escape the industry, even when he comes home. By a woman who sucks at finding pennies.